Chapter 286 Voldemort is in action
Madame Maxime's face broke into a brilliant smile.
"Are you just going to propose to me standing here?" she joked.
Hagrid was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and a hint of joy appeared on his face.
He quickly knelt on one knee, looking a little clumsy.
He carefully took out a not-so-fine ring from his pocket.
He made it himself using the horn of a unicorn.
Maxim's initials are also engraved on it.
He had prepared this ring long ago and had kept it in his pocket.
But he never expected that there would be a day when it would be useful.
"I..." Hagrid opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but Madame Maxime was unwilling to wait any longer.
She leaned over and kissed Hagrid's forehead gently, tears quietly sliding down the corners of her eyes.
She smiled and said, "Hagrid, I do."
Right now.
Suddenly, brilliant magical fireworks bloomed in the sky, and colorful lights intertwined to form beautiful patterns in the night sky.
The garden was filled with the cries of many magical creatures, and their cries magically formed a moving melody.
Echoing in the night sky, the atmosphere is extremely romantic.
The teachers and students of Beauxbatons also came out of the castle.
We applauded and cheered excitedly and gave them our best wishes.
Madame Maxime was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and she held out her hand.
Hagrid clumsily placed the ring, a symbol of love, on her finger.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, the two hugged each other tightly.
Hephis stood aside, watching the scene with a look of relief.
He didn't know how Hagrid ended up in the original book.
But in this world, he will do his best to ensure that all his friends have a happy ending.
Hermione and Flora also had tears of emotion in their eyes.
The scene of Snape proposing to her unconsciously emerged in Fulla's mind.
She looked first at Hephis, then at Hermione.
It would be better to let Hermione bring this up, since she is not getting any younger anymore.
Hephis and his men left quickly, and their mission was accomplished.
Before leaving, Hephis specially selected a house-elf from the Hogwarts kitchen and left it to Hagrid.
This will also make it easier for Hagrid to travel between England and France.
The point is that the food Hagrid made was really awful.
If Madame Maxime ate it, she might really regret the engagement.
At the same time, a major event happened in the Ministry of Magic.
Voldemort invades the Ministry of Magic.
To be precise, Voldemort invaded the Department of Mysteries.
A few days ago, in a quaint manor.
"Are you sure that Hephis Dumm will leave Britain?" Voldemort's voice was cold.
His snake-like eyes flashed with a frightening red light.
"Yes, master." A woman with a black hood on her head and whose appearance could not be seen clearly said respectfully.
"My son overheard a conversation between Dam and Granger in the library.
They're planning on heading to France this weekend to help that big idiot Hagrid propose."
Voldemort sneered with disdain, again because of those ridiculous loves.
He touched the wand gently with his pale fingers.
"Have McLaggen keep a close watch and report to me as soon as Dumm leaves."
"As you command, my Lord." Alisa McLaggen saluted respectfully.
Voldemort waved his wand, a black light flashed, and a small snake appeared out of thin air.
He took out a piece of paper from his robe, wrote a few words on it, and then stuffed the paper into the little snake's mouth.
The little snake quickly swallowed the note and then disappeared into the air.
In far away Albania.
Minister of Magic Amanda was lying comfortably in the room, enjoying the service of her maid.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his right arm.
A small snake suddenly jumped out of his arm, scaring the maid.
Amanda waved her hand helplessly, signaling the maid to leave.
He carefully reached out his hand to the little snake, and the snake opened its mouth and spit out the note.
Amanda unfolded the note, which read simply: "Transfer Dumbledore out of England this weekend."
He rubbed his waist and sat up helplessly.
Under the threat of force from the Dark Lord, he was forced to join the Death Eaters.
I thought hiding in Albania would allow me to temporarily escape the Dark Lord's sight.
Little did he know that just a few months later, he would be carrying out the Dark Lord's orders.
After a moment of contemplation.
Amanda takes advantage of a recent incident in Albania that has relevance to the international wizarding community.
A report was compiled and submitted to the International Confederation of Wizards.
And in the report, he specifically requested a meeting with Dumbledore.
He didn't care why the Dark Lord wanted to transfer Dumbledore away.
He only needs to carry out the mission while ensuring his own safety.
So it was a weekend afternoon.
Voldemort received a report from McLaggen.
Without hesitation he set off for the Ministry.
Because it was the weekend, the Ministry of Magic was basically an empty shell except for the regular staff who stayed behind.
Guided by the Dark Mark, Voldemort silently Apparated to Clearwater's side.
A plain black door appeared in front of them.
He waved his hand and the black door opened automatically.
He crossed the threshold, followed by Clearwater.
They were standing in a large circular room.
Everything here, from the ceiling to the floor, is a deep black.
Twelve identical black doors without markings or handles were evenly spaced on the walls.
The walls were dotted with candles with blue flames.
Their cool, feeble light reflected on the polished marble floor, as if it were covered with a layer of black water.
Suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move to one side, and the circular wall began to rotate.
The blue flames blurred into circles of light as the wall spun rapidly.
After a few seconds, everything returned to calm, the blue light disappeared, and the twelve doors reappeared.
Clearwater studied the doors for a moment, then pointed to the one directly to their left.
"Master, come this way." She pushed the door gently and it opened.
They entered a room that shimmered like diamonds.
It is filled with all kinds of clocks, from grandfather clocks to travel clocks.
They were either hung between bookshelves or stood on a table that ran the length of the room.
A rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the space, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps.
The bright, diamond-like jumping light came from a towering bell-shaped crystal glass cover at the end of the room.
Clearwater did not stop.
She walked along the narrow space between the tables towards the light until she came to a door behind a crystal bell.
